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  • Writer's pictureM. Renae Dubois


I'm tired of all the posturing

The smiles, the looks, pretence!

You want me to be happy

But I prefer to be intense

You want to make me happy

But how when I contend

To these assholes that would have me

Of all resources rend

I'm determined to be sullen

Until it all begins to go

Everything in my favour

That's why I'm so low

Cos everything I try to do

Comes to no fruition

And I am left bereft of all

Good attitude and decisions

My girlfriend tries, I know she does

To lift me from my stupor

She says I carry a bad vibe with me

And that I am a (loser) 


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